Story 967: Runaway to Oblivion

The world lurched violently as the train screeched off its tracks.

Draven braced himself, gripping the cold steel of a nearby railing. Mira was thrown backward, her fingers barely catching onto a seat. Elias and Zara crashed into each other, tumbling against the shifting walls as the entire locomotive seemed to fold in on itself.

The Ghoul Trainmaster let out an inhuman shriek as the train buckled. “You fools! There is no escape from the line!”

The windows shattered, revealing not the wasteland outside, but an abyss—an endless void, swirling with souls screaming in torment. The remains of the track stretched out into the distance, but the train was no longer following it.

It was falling.

Mira’s grip on reality threatened to snap as she saw ghastly figures writhing in the abyss, their arms stretching toward the train, their mouths filled with gnashing teeth. “We’re going straight to whatever hell this thing crawled out of!” she shouted.